I don't break to any buster
I don't kneel to any hoe
Just a young southern player
Call me master with a flow
If a sucker wanna test me
They get hit with da smoke
Ima buck a motherfucker
Put some slug in his throat
Always cooking up a potion
So, I'm switching up da flow
Fuck a rack
Laid his ass out got a soul up in my sack
Tryna catch me fucking slacking 731 where I'm at
Say you living in the struggle
But we know that shit some cap
Always humble never fumble
So, I bring da goddamn muscle
Break a, break a buster find his pieces
Like a fucking puzzle
You can't stop this players hustle
I'm always get that bag
With a Glock and a 40
You ass get hit in da back
Neva fold under pressure
Cuz this player never cracks
How you claim you in da trenches
But yo music fucking whack
I'm just here to change the game
So, when you hear me on a track
Better duck motherfucker
Level 1 is my plaque
Another body dropping
Popping slugs into the brain
Ain't nobody gonna stop it
That's another in the rain
To the pain I have submit
From my mind down to my cells
Now I walk thru the abyss
I can't escape this living hell
So barbaric, so nightmarish
You must see it to believe
Seen so many come to perish
To these feelings I concede
Deep beneath the Rowan Tree
My husk it lies betwixt the roots
Seems my shadow's taken me
Now the demons constitute
Lost my being to dejection
Now I reckon with the beast
In my head grows an infection
Can't be saved by any priest
A rejection to my faith
Lost connection with above
It's a wonder why I suffer
And I struggle full of drugs
Void of love and empathy
You will not see me shed a tear
Ain't no soul upon this rock
That I will ever come to fear
Saunter aimless, like I'm brainless
Till I stumble on a lick
At my core, I'm fucking faithless
Festering hatred, toting sticks